A/N: Sorry for the wait... I'll try to speed up my updates, but the end of school is near and I'm stressed big time. Luckily, writing calms me down, when I have time for it. Enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 5: I Remember You

"Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts." - Penelope Sweets

Sam was already depressed about the incident with her grandmother, but it was worsened as she reached the courthouse. She stared blankly at the large double doors, it was impossible to tell what she felt at the moment. Finally, she ran towards the doors, and began banging wildly.

"ARREST ME!" she screamed, "PUT ME IN JAIL! PLEASE!" she gave it a hard kick with her combat boot, but no luck. The place was locked up for the night. Holding her head in her hands, Sam sank to her knees. "I don't want anything else... Please, I want to go to jail... Tucker..."

Danny stared at the broken figure, his glowing green eyes filled with concern. He sighed, running a hand through his snow white hair. "Sam..." she stiffened, hearing her name. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't. This bothered him. "Come on, we should get you back home."

"Go away." she replied firmly, yet Danny still heard her voice shake slightly. "I don't want to talk right now, Danny... Please..."

The ghost approached her slowly, afraid she might take off. He reached out a hand, and placed it on her shoulder. "Come on, Sam..." he was at a loss for words. What could he say to her? She refused to listen to him. He settled for kneeling down, and resting his arm around her.

"I'll understand if you're mad at me." Sam muttered, breaking the tense silence. "I killed your best friend."

"No you didn't." Danny replied, shaking his head. Sam looked at him for the first time, confusion in her amethyst eyes. "She's right here."

Sam shook her head, "No, Danny... You know what I mean... I killed Tucker. You should hate me."

"I don't hate you," Danny told her softly. He looked back at the cement ground, and admitted in a small voice she'd never heard, "I just wish I knew what happened." He looked at her, and saw from the streetlights something in her eyes. Fear. It entranced him. "But... I'm not mad at you."

Sam paused for a moment in her breathing. She finally let out a sigh, and said, "That's good," she smiled an actual smile, the first one he'd seen tonight. "I don't think I could stand it if you were mad at me."

Danny smiled back. He grabbed her hand, and stood up. "Come on, we need to get you home,"

Sam looked into his glowing green eyes, and nodded slowly. She stood up, he gaze never leaving his, and he picked her up. Lifting into the air, Danny felt Sam tighten her grip around him, as if she never wanted to let go. If it was up to Danny, she'd never have to.

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Back then

The hot humid air beat onto the back of his neck, as small droplets of sweat began to form. His eyes were deep in focus, as he quickly pressed buttons on the small PDA. Sam approached the boy from behind, grinning softly at his concentration.

A sudden erupt of laughter caused both teens to look up. A group of teens were not too far away, laughing loudly and obnoxiously. Sam narrowed her eyes, her fists clenching.

"Look," laughed a blonde girl, lifting her hand to point at Tucker. "it's the cyber-dork, Foley,"

"Whatcha up to now, techno geek?" called a boy, "writing in your live journal?"

Although the joke was not all that funny, another round of laughter erupted. Tucker felt the blood rush to his face, and he attempted to hide behind his PDA. Sam, however, did not hide.

"Hey, you jerks, leave him alone!" Sam shouted, glaring daggers at the group.

"Oh, so now the goth brat is gonna stick up for him?" called the blonde, "I thought your boyfriend was Fenton!"

It was Sam's turn now to blush. It wasn't about to stop her, though. Just as she was about to counter, Tucker shouted at them, "Shut up, snobs! Don't make fun of Sam!"

"Oh, sure, why not," a brunette girl said, rolling her eyes. The group left the two, laughing all the way.

Sighing, Sam sat down next to Tucker, "I'm sorry, Tuck. They're such jerks..."

"It's ok..." Tucker muttered, looking down at his PDA.

Sam looked at the mini computer with interest. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing..." her african-american friend tried to hide it, but Sam snatched it out of his hands. "Hey! Give that back!"

Sam smirked, looking at the pictures of none other than Valerie Gray. She looked at Tucker, "You still like her, don't you?"

Tucker nodded, looking away from the goth in embarrasment. Sam shook her head, and said, "Tucker... I know just how you feel. Longing to be with someone you can never be with..."

"Sam," Tucker said suddenly, finally looking at her. His eyes were filled with something she had never seen: Devestation. "I can't stop thinking about her... I don't know why. I think..."

"You think you love her?" Sam asked. Tucker looked away, nodding. The goth couldn't help it, she began laughing.

Tucker stared at her in outrage. He cried, "What? You think it's funny?!"

"No, no!" Sam said, trying to calm her laughing, "It's just... People said teenagers are incapable of love... That it can never last..."

Tucker scoffed, grinning, "Idiots,"

Tucker and Sam exchanged glances, and soon, the two were laughing together. Maybe it was because they had shared a secret joke, or maybe it was because they found heartache just plain funny.

Or maybe it's because we just need a laugh more than anything right now.

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"Hey, Danny," Valerie Gray greeted, walking up to her friend. She sat on the stone steps of the school next to the boy.

Danny smiled, seeing his friend, "Hey, Val," he said glumly.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her large brown eyes. "Where's the rest of your gang, Sam and Tucker? Did you guys get in a fight?"

Danny stiffened. "That's right, you were sick with the flu when they had the announcment..." he muttered, running a hand through his raven hair, causing it to become messier than it already was.

"What announcment?" asked Valerie, her eyebrows furrowing. She was dreading the worst, but nothing could prepare her for the shock she was about to go through.

"It's Tucker..." Danny said softly, staring at the ground. Valerie stared at Danny. Her throat tightened, and her world stopped spinning. No, she prayed, please, please no... "He's dead."

All Valerie could do was stare, as the tears spilled from her eyes and onto the ground.